Sea Lion Shores canopic

pharaoh counted it a personal victory unto himself that the woman arrived at all. her dour countenance did nothing but dampen whatever physical enthusiasm might have been instilled by her presence. 
indeed, the doleful look of her was different than the desirous expressions of malice he had too often seen upon the face of hatshepsuun. this stranger sharing his bower; she bore the same snarl of cold in her face that the first one possessed.
what was it about these lands that made the fairer sex so vehement? 
the empress was another story altogether, but ramesses stopped to throw her into his comparison as well: by far the most pleasant noble he had met thus far, though how much of it was genuine and how much a trick of royalty he has not yet discovered.
pharaoh tapped his tail. "if you need a listening ear, perhaps you might tell me what about this world irks you so." he was beginning to feel warmer now: he brought himself up into a sphinx stance, though kept his plume carefully coiled along his flank. and was silent.